Both the Macbeth’s and Loxley’s had made their excuses and left the Castle. As they journeyed home, both wondered what would become of Eveline, lying pale and ill in the Castle behind them. Marion had lain awake sometime, listening to the wind howling round the manor and considered what kind of desperate plight would induce her to venture out in such inhospitable weather. Robin’s arms lay tight around her. Eveline’s ordeal had brought the memory of Marion’s accident back to him. He had been struck again at how nearly he had lost his own wife.

Eveline stumbled through the snow. At first she had been glad to leave the stuffy church with its painful revelations. The fresh snow falling on her face had revived her and given her relief from the pain inside.

Sarah looked shocked to be spoken to by Eveline in such a forceful tone. She thought of Eveline as a gentle lady and yet the vision before her was very different. She looked so determined that Sarah felt slightly afraid.